All language subtitles for Cagney and Lacey s04e22 Organized Crime

Believe me, this isn't a kidnap. Then
why don't you cut the godfather routine,

okay? You see conspiracy behind every
other headline, and now these things

happen to us, and you're going to tell
me it's a coincidence? It doesn't make

any sense.

Money, some kind, oil, a wheel of giant.

We don't contract out our work. So what
are you going to do?

Lean on the city of New York?

He's evil. I just thought the word evil
sounded sort of thunderous.

So what do you think? The results of the
sergeant's exam?

Sergeant's exam results.

Yeah, that's my guess. My mother had a
dream about the sergeant's exam.

Hey, listen, the first time this sort of
thing happened, she jumped, she saw my

father in a dark blue suit.

Why don't they just get it over with? My
father never wore a dark blue suit in

his life. Two weeks later, like that, he
keels over.

Mr. Lasky posted to the VFW they donated
a dark blue suit for him to be buried

in. Okay, Victor, what did your mother
dream about the sergeant's exam?

She called me this morning.

The first one in the squad to crack a
homicide becomes a sergeant.

Hey, that's what she said.

Well, I think she called a little late,
Victor. The results are in. First of

all... For those of you on the edge of
your seats, due to computer error, the

results of the sergeant's exam will
be... This is enough, kiddies. You're

to love this one.

Sorry, sir.

...will be delayed at least one day,
maybe even a week.

Sergeant, there is a heady plateau,
detectives.

Many are called, but few are chosen.

All right.

I got two cases. Who's catching them?
The cannulas erupt in us.

Okay, left hand or right hand?

Left.

It's the one I want, and it's a
homicide. I can feel it. Poor box

send Diddy to the martyr.

It's all yours, Kate.

Petrie, you got a missing person. All
right, let's get on it. A poor box

robbery? You get a lousy poor box
robbery?

Sir, that's a petty loss. Why aren't the
uniforms taking care of that? The

archdiocese requests a detective.

Great. We get to call her some kid with
76 cents in his pocket.

Hey, you guys want to trade?

Missing person isn't a whole lot better.
Yeah, but if we're lucky, maybe he's

dead.

It seems like a great fuss over a very
small matter.

I don't even know how much money was in
the box.

The archdiocese insisted I report it.
Well, apparently there's been a string

with these, Father. It's the first one
in our precinct, however.

I'll tell you, we can check for
fingerprints, but I don't think we can

If you'll excuse my saying so, Father, I
won't use that little teeny lock.

It's not going to keep anybody from
breaking in again.

Well, maybe not.

But if they need the money that badly...

They're probably the ones it was meant
for in the first place.

Good morning.

Thank you, Father.

You too.

Four bucks robbery.

You got a dollar?

Huh? One life can.

Do you think that worked?

I don't know.

I'm not going to say anything.

Thank you.

Mother, the medical examiner team thinks
at this time that Sister Mary Michelle

died from a blunt instrument to the
head.

A wrench.

A crowbar.

She probably surprised the killer at the
crowbar.

Sorry, Mother.

So senseless.

So terribly senseless.

Excuse me, Mother.

You're wearing a ring.

It's symbolic.

Our marriage to Christ.

And the cross. All the sisters in your
order wear both the ring and the cross.

Yes.

Why?

Because Sister Mary Michelle didn't have
either one.

We think it's a junkie. It's probably
all out of pawn shop by now.

There's been half a dozen of these pool
box robbers at the 22nd precinct, sir.

And St. Didius is just over the border
to the 14th. Sounds like the same guy

trying to make his morning fix. Well,
the only lead we have from the 22nd is a

bus driver said he saw a man limping
away from a church around dawn about

weeks ago.

So he put through every junkie and every
petty thief that's got a limp to the

computer. And now they say he'll get
back to us tomorrow. Tomorrow? No, look,

I'm going to tell you two that tabloids
are going to blow this thing up like

nobody's business. Crazed nun killer,
that kind of a thing.

then Nelman's going to want to turn it
over to major cases.

So if we want to keep this one in our
precinct, I'm going to have to see some

progress fast. You got it? Yes, sir.
Well, we're going to put the word out to

every pawn shop and jewelry store as
soon as the crucifix and the ring come.

Yeah, what?

Excuse me, Lieutenant Colonel. Deputy
Inspector Nelman for you on two.

Yes.

Yes, Deputy Inspector. What can I do for
you?

Oh, Lord, what a day.

You know, I'm not looking forward to
this subway.

Sardines until you get the queen's
pleasure.

I'd like to forget the whole week.

Oh, Chris.

It's rough, huh? Waiting for the Sardine
Supreme result.

Yeah, I haven't seen you this Saturday
since you thought you were pregnant.

Thank you, Mary Beth.

Chris, I'm... I'm going to cut my tongue
out. I'm sorry.

Detective Lacey and Stagney, is that
correct?

Yeah. Who wants to know?

My name is Philip Corrigan. I work for
Luis Quiñones.

Okay, Julie.

Mr. Quinones would like to talk to you
about Sister Mary Michelle.

Well, you go tell your boss, Mr.
Corrigan, that my partner and I are at

Precinct, 8 a .m. to 5 p .m. weekdays. I
hate to resist.

Excuse me, Mr.

Corrigan, but we're both tired. We've
had a bad day.

And you and I both know you're not going
to kidnap two cops in the middle of the

street in downtown Manhattan.

Believe me, this isn't a kidnapping.

Then why don't you cut the Godfather
routine, okay?

If you're the best muscle that Quinones
can get... Mr. Quinones is loyal.

Ah.

Must be a full -time occupation.

Mr. Quinones has never been convicted of
any felony.

Which may be taken as an indication of
Mr.

Corrigan's legal skill.

Oh, my lady, can I offer you a ride?

No, thanks.

I've seen this movie.

Maybe I can offer you dinner.

I truly believe it will be to your
benefit to hear what I have to say.

Mr. Quinones, if you have anything to
say, why don't you just come out and say

it? What would it be?

Do you mind if I join you?

I know it would have been easier for me
to meet you as you suggest.

However, I'm sure...

That you both understand a certain
apprehension that

I have entering a police station.

Mr. Quinones, I'm tired and I'd like to
go home.

So if you want to talk, why don't you
just talk? I am very angry about the

of Mr.

Mary Michelle.

Yeah, so are we. So next time use the
phone book. Come on, Christine.

I want the killer caught.

And punish.

Yeah, good.

So do we. So still use a phone book. I
want to help you find.

How are you going to do that?

I have certain resources at my disposal.

Why should the death of a nun interest
you, Mr. Quinones?

She was my godchild.

The daughter of my wife's oldest friend.

She was only 25.

My wife and she are inconsolable.

Well, we're sorry for their loss.

Please assure them that it's been him.

Thank you for your concern.

And I hope you don't take this the wrong
way.

But what I had in mind involved the
sharing of knowledge.

I'm under the impression that such
arrangements have been effected before.

No. Thank you.

Wait a second. Now, I don't like you,
Mr. Canones.

I don't like the way you do business.

So you and the horse you rode in on,
take a hike.

You, Miss Cagney, seem to have better
manners than your partner.

And do not harbor such antipathy.

A concerned city.

Think it over.

OCCB says they've got a file as big as a
phone book on him.

Drugs, hookers, porno movies. On the
other hand, he's destroyed over the

of a nun.

He said it was his goddaughter.

So he claimed.

I don't see holding hands with a
criminal, sir.

Won't be the first time.

Plenty of times we've formed what my old
Irish rabbi used to call unholy

alliances.

We solved some pretty big cases that
way.

What are you saying, sir? You're saying
we made a mistake?

You're saying we should have taken him
up on the offer?

No, no, no. All I'm saying is it's a
judgment call.

From case to case. You know what I mean?

You were there, you assessed the
situation, and you made a decision.

Okay. Good.

I'll back my officers.

As long as you bring in results.

Yes, sir.

Now go file a DD -5 with intelligence
about the meeting you had with this guy,

and then go find me a non -killer.

Soon.

And Nellie, this does not do me a lot of
good.

You asked for drug uses.

This is all drug arrests for two years.

Yes, for felons with physical
deformities.

This includes things from birthmarks to
boils. I'm just looking for a limp.

I'm sorry, there's no subcategorization
for limps. Okay, these two are known

felons residing in the 14th. And these
two are from the 22nd. Just like you

asked. Except about six months out of
date.

I mean, this stuff changes from day to
day.

You gotta realize your average criminal
population is not what you call stable

home bodies. Yeah, okay.

I will manage. Where's the cross
-reference?

You didn't ask for a cross -reference.

What do you mean we didn't ask for a
cross -reference? What do you think we

this for, a nighttime reading?

Get your hands off my sushi.

Well, how should I know? You asked for
it, you got it.

You needed it fast. I brought it over on
my lunch hour.

I mean, some people got no gratitude.

Mr. Antonelli, I'm not going to get
angry here.

I'm going to ask one question, and I
would appreciate the answer. When can we

get the frost reference?

As soon as you get all the paperwork
through to me by closing time tonight, I

could probably get it to you the day
after tomorrow.

Well, that's not going to wash,
Antonelli, because we need it by

And I am not talking about pickpockets
with bad skin and a penchant for

glue. I am talking about small -time
burglars with a habit and a bad leg.

Maybe. Maybe what?

Oh, you take it. I've eaten half of it
anyway.

To go, Mr. Rathenelli.

To go.

Lieutenant? I just wanted to catch you
before you left.

Yeah?

I was wondering if you think Sergeant's
exam results will come in tomorrow?

We're at the mercy of the computers.

Right.

I'll see you tomorrow, Lieutenant
Petrie.

That's just a test.

And the odds are very long.

You ought to try and put it out of your
mind. It's much easier that way.

I can't.

You're a damn good detective, Marcus.

And getting these stripes isn't going to
make you any better.

I know.

I know.

But the money would be nice.

Good night, Lieutenant.

Good night.

Listen, Mary Beth, I am not asking any
questions. All I know is Papa Dre said

the job is mine. Oh, honey, that's...

That's wonderful.

Thank you.

It is. It's terrific.

Thanks. Terrific.

Well, what do you say we celebrate? A
couple of hero sandwiches, everything on

them, and a couple of bottles of cold
beer?

Yeah?

I got this feeling, babe, that this is
going to be the job where we turn a

corner. Yes, sir.

This is going to be my showpiece, Mary
Beth.

I take it to the next big one.

The liver work is all gone.

You want to pick some up tomorrow, or
should I?

As soon as this job starts, I'll be
bringing home more than little.

I've been thinking, uh... Maybe we ought
to take a drive this

weekend, huh?

Yeah. Maybe look at them open houses?

Okay.

But not just look.

Okay.

I want to buy you a house, Mary Beth.

I told her to make it up to you.

This co -op deal works out, and we can
at least think about it again, huh?

Huh?

Don't sound so excited.

Okay, Mary Beth, what is it?

Louis Quinones.

He got the job for you.

Louis Quinones? The mob guy? What are
you talking about? I don't even know

Quinones. Yeah, well, I do. Since when?

Yesterday.

He showed up in a great big black
limousine, like something out of a

movie. And he offered us dinner, and he
offered to help us in finding the nun

killer. What's the connection, Mary
Beth?

Quinones doesn't have anything to do
with construction.

Harve, Louis Quinones has his hand in
everything in this city. You don't think

this could possibly be a coincidence?

Harvey, you read the morning paper, and
you see conspiracy behind every other

headline. And now...

These things happen to us, two things,
back to back, to our benefit, and you're

going to tell me it's a coincidence?
Motive, Mary Beth. What is Quinones'

motive? It doesn't make any sense.

You didn't meet him, Hoff.

He's trying to rope you in.

Or he's trying to make me look bad.

Maybe he wants some favor later on. I
don't know. But I'm telling you, this

is not a coincidence.

Okay. Okay. Even if it isn't, so what?

So what? You would take a job off him?

I didn't do anything wrong.

I mean, I deserve the job. I made the
lowest bid.

You don't care that he's strong -armed
for you?

Well, if I don't give him anything in
return, tell me, what is the problem?

Mary Beth, this is my big break here. I
am not giving it up, no matter what.

Harvey. End of discussion.

The floater in the Verrazano Narrows is
not Harold Green.

This is bad.

Well, think of it this way, Betty.

In seven years, if he's still missing,
he could be declared legally dead. Then

you've got yourself a homicide to work.

I am going crazy. What is taking so
long?

Victor, there are a number of us here
who are just as anxious as you are to

out if we pass the sergeant's exam.

Yeah, but if Howard were dead, I
wouldn't have to worry about it.

Yeah, but has anybody given any thought
to what happens if more than one of you

gets promoted?

They're probably not going to keep more
than one detective sergeant in the same

squad. Somebody is going to have to get
transferred out.

I thought you were on my side.

Listen, Aunt Nellie, I want those cross
-references on my desk when I go back

from lunch today.

Oh, really?

Oh, Gus.

That's great. Yeah.

What sushi?

Oh, you liked it?

Uh -huh.

Oh, a little restaurant over on 51st and
7th?

Mm -hmm.

Yeah.

Oh, thank you.

Okay. Bye -bye.

Aunt Nellie's going to have to cross
your oven to appear first thing this

afternoon. Uh -huh.

How'd it go with Samuels?

He wants me to send in an amended DD -5
to intelligence.

That's it?

Yes. The lieutenant agrees with Harvey.

It may look compromising, but there's
nothing illegal as long as I report it.

Well, that's great.

Huh? Harvey gets the job and you're on
the up and up?

Yeah.

I bet there's nothing wrong with Harvey
taking this job. He did not ask for it.

You did not ask for it.

Right.

I thought we were going to hit the
streets this morning. You want to get to

Five bucks?

You guys are cheap. You know that?

Don't hand me cheap, Randolph. All
you're going to do is pour it down your

throat anyways.

It may as well be the cheap stuff. I
still say you're cheap. You're right,

Randolph. And I want to apologize to you
for having offended you like that.

Cagney. Yeah.

The word on the street is 10 G's, 10 big
ones to the dude who fingers the

junkie that offed the sister.

What are you offering?

A couple of bottles of Jimmy Jammy?

Who's offering the $10 ,000?

They're going to make you an offer you
can't refuse.

What an unexpected pleasure to see you
again.

Have you changed your mind?

We heard about your $10 ,000 reward.

Beautiful, isn't he, Mr. Agnew?

A hyacinth macaw.

Almost the color of your eyes.

We didn't come to discuss birds, Mr.
Quinones.

He is not only beautiful, he's smart.

He's friendly. A great
conversationalist.

Please.

I would like to give it to you.

No, thanks.

It would give me a great deal of
pleasure.

It's about time you stopped offering
things to people that they don't want.

That is not a very gracious attitude,
Mrs. Lacey.

Detective Lacey.

We want to know why you put a price on
this man's head.

Because in this great land of ours,
money...

sometimes oils the wheels of justice.

What kind of justice did you have in
mind?

This is police business.

We don't contract out our work. Why not?

Seems very sensible.

Cooperation for our mutual benefit.

Except that you stubbornly refuse my
offer.

You like running things, don't you, Mr.
Quinones?

Think you can manipulate anybody? Me?

My partner? My husband? Oh, yes.

I've heard he's had a fortunate... turn
of business.

Yeah? What's it to you?

Stay out of this case.

That's all we came for.

I have to tell you this, Mrs. Lacey.

Detective Lacey!

I don't usually tolerate such
disrespectful attitude from anyone.

Particularly not from a woman.

But... I understand that you have been
under some personal strain.

An illness.

I beg your pardon?

I also understand that as a result, you
could not take the examination for

sergeant. A quick arrest here could help
your promotion to detective second

grade.

And you, Miss Cagney.

You have so much riding on this
sergeant's exam.

So what are you going to do?

Lean on the city of New York?

I wouldn't presume to say I could
influence something like that.

But I could make a telephone call.

And perhaps I could obtain a preview of
the results for you.

No, thanks.

I'll wait.

not changed my mind about him. I merely
think it's worth considering.

We have a lot of pressure on us to find
this guy, and you and I are getting

nothing. I will not go into debt to that
scum.

What's he getting out of it?

And you won't be in debt to him unless
you want to be.

Perfect. You and Harvey should get
together. He thinks the same thing.

Exactly.

In fact, let me ask you, straight out,
why is it right for Harvey to trade

harmless favors with King Jonas, and it
is not for us?

Straight out?

It's not okay for Harvey.

You don't get how it works, do you?

First he dangles the little stuff, and
you think, I could walk away from this

any time.

And then it gets bigger and bigger, and
pretty soon one day he says, jump. You

say, how high?

No, Christine, he's evil.

Evil?

What's the matter? You never heard of
evil before?

Or was it the fancy clothes and the
smooth manners that fooled you?

Mary Beth, I'm not fooled by anything. I
just thought the word evil sounded...

Sort of Sunday school.

Well, let me tell you something. That
junkie that killed a nun, he's pathetic.

But he's not as evil as that man in that
mansion.

I mean, where the hell does Penonis
think that the junkie's getting the dope

begin with?

That's why he's evil.

And it's perfumed, and it's prettied up,
and it's got a lot of money on top of

it. So people make movies and books
about it, and they kid each other what

might be like to have a little
protection.

And the whole thing is dedicated to
greed and violence.

And human degradation.

And it's evil.

Okay, here we go. Two arrests,
possession of a controlled substance,

convictions, burglary, robbery,
burglary. Fiscal deformity. The left leg

inches shorter than the right leg.

Does he live near the church?

Last known address?

Anacus Bay Prison.

All right.

Lacey, phone for you on three.

Thank you.

Lacey, 14.

What?

Harv, enough.

Because I forgot, that's why.

I'm working. What do you think I'm
doing?

I don't know, Harv. When I get there,
that's when.

Harvey, Harvey, don't start.

Goodbye.

Okay, I got one.

Got a habit and a limp.

Dubrovnik Milos.

Dubrovnik M... Well, that's not
addressed as

West 14th Street. That's close enough to
be possible.

Oh, forget it. What?

OCCB turned him. He's a registered
confidential informant. Damn it!

I'm on my way to the morgue.

There's a guy there, and he's dead.

Great detective work, Inspector.

Hey, it's Harold Green. I can feel it.

Tell you what, Cagney.

When the time comes, don't stand on
ceremony.

You can call me Sarge.

Petrie, when you and I pass the
sergeant's exam and one of us has to be

transferred, would you mind taking his
Becky with you, too?

Just a second.

It's Sid from Flannery's on 1... Yeah,
Sid, what do you need?

What?

Is he okay?

Yeah, no, I understand.

Okay, yeah, I'll be there as soon as I
can. Thank you.

What?

Charlie's tied one on. They're trying to
get him into a cab. He won't go.

You gonna go get him?

Yeah. We're not getting any work here.

You want to start fresh in the morning?

This is my officer daughter.

Here I am. My sergeant officer daughter.
That's what I told him. You know, my

daughter's going to be a sergeant. I
told him you was a better cop than any

in that bar.

I know you did, Pop.

You also said I could out -arm wrestle
any of them, too. Yeah, you could, too,

with the wimps they got these days.

Not like when I was on the force. We was
real cops.

Charlie, you know what the doctor said
about your drinking, huh?

We didn't have no rules and
restrictions.

The only computer we ever needed was
right here in your head.

Yeah, I know. You know, a cop on a beat
could tell you who was a jerks and who

was a stand -up guy. What are you doing
to me? Help me take your jacket off.

I need another drink. You promised me
you'd watch your drinking. Hey,

in the bar watched my drinking.

Help me.

There. What are you doing?

Wait.

Hey,

I'm so proud of you. You know that?

You're a better cop.

Your mother would be proud of you, too.

Not like me.

I never made it, Sergeant. You know why?

You didn't want to be Sergeant. Charlie,
you like the streets.

Mm -hmm.

Nothing to care.

First time I took the test, I didn't
pass it.

Second time, I had to formify myself
with a little iris cards.

It's okay.

That's why your mother left me, you
know, because I was a failure.

Charlie.

Maybe, I don't know.

I never took the test again.

Didn't mean anything.

That's what I said.

That's what I said.

It's okay, Charlie.

You did good.

You did real good.

Hey. I'm proud.

I'm so, so proud of you.

Good night, Pop.

Hell, Christine, you know I hate to butt
in, but you have to talk to Charlie

about his drinking. I already did.

Months ago.

And?

You know when I do my routine about...
There's nothing to talk about?

Yeah.

There is something to heredity.

I got you.

You and Harvey talk?

Nothing to talk about.

So as soon as I read about it in the
papers, I gave you guys a call, right?

Right. I think you should write that
fact right down.

Right? When did the guy bring the stuff
in?

Yesterday, just before I was closing.

He asked me for a C -note.

For this stuff?

Oh, listen, no offense intended.

Just in case you happen to be of that
persuasion.

Anyway, I offered the guy 15 bucks for
both pieces. Take it or leave it.

He took it. You do have the claim check,
Mr. Morris? Yeah, I have it. It was

just here a minute ago.

What did the man look like?

Not like much.

Could you be more specific?

Specific? Okay, okay.

Medium size, medium build, medium hair,
medium eyes. Nothing to write home

about, okay? Did he have a limp?

A limp?

No, no. A habit, maybe.

Like a nun?

No, sweetheart.

The eyes, you know, is like nobody home.

A limp?

Uh, let's see. Say, where is that? Oh,
here. Here it is.

Okay. Thank you.

John Brown.

Right.

3 ,400 Lexington Avenue.

Mr. Morris, Lexington does not go up
that far.

Look, I don't need this aggravation.

Now, what do you want I should do, huh?

I should ask for personal references
every time I make a $15 transaction?

That's what it takes to make sure it
isn't hot.

Yes.

You cops, you're all alike, you know?

Thank you.

Officer Dolan, you know?

He's a flatfoot on his beat here. He
comes in here all the time and he's on

back.

Such accusations.

Fencing.

Receiving. I mean, the whole schmear.

But do I let that dampen my enthusiasm
for law enforcement? No way. The minute,

I repeat, the minute I read about you
guys wanting the nun jewelry, I did my

public service number and I called you
guys.

Am I right?

Right?

Right. Ah, right.

So I'm an honest business man, the kind
of which you police should be happy to

have more of. So would you do me a favor
and tell Officer Dolan that he should

give me a little room to exercise my
constitutional right of breathing,

Right.

You want to try that description again,
Mr. Morris?

Using Horace Edwards on the Columbus
Avenue project.

Who are you? A friend of a friend.

Looking out for your best interest.

Suppose you don't realize that Horace
Edwards is a troublemaker.

I've known Horace Edwards for ten years.

He's not a troublemaker. He's a good
man.

Well, I have it on very good authority
that if you hire Mr. Edwards, there's

going to be trouble.

Focus over in detail, huh?

Okay. Okay.

Bob?

Honey, Michael says you didn't eat
dinner. You want me to warm something

No.

Nothing's the matter.

Harv, you didn't eat.

You're standing on the roof in the
middle of the rain.

Now, if you don't want to talk about it,
just say so.

But don't tell me nothing's the matter.

Come here.

They came to see me today at the 3rd
Avenue site.

I was rounding up a crew.

Who came to see you?

When Onus and his flunky, they asked me
not to hire Horace Edwards on a Columbus

Avenue job.

I told them Horace Edwards was the best
brick mason I know. When I work, Horace

Edwards works.

So, I don't get the job.

That's it.

Oh, gee.

You know what scared me, Mary Beth?

I was tempted. I really was.

I wanted that job so badly.

I think, okay, I can't use Horace.
Horace is a good guy, but I don't owe

anything.

Well, anybody would be tempted, huh?

Yeah.

You should have seen it, Mary Beth.

Here I am in a backseat at a limo, and
this guy's talking to me like I'm in his

family.

He's telling me I shouldn't be so proud.
He's telling me I got to think of you

and the boys.

He made me feel like, I don't know,
saying I wasn't a good husband or

provider. You know what I mean?

Oh, gee.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Why couldn't I tell him more?

Huh?

I mean, at least that I had some
satisfaction, some good feeling about

I don't know.

All I could think of was, here was this
guy.

And he was coming along like a god or a
wizard with a magic wand, and he was

going to make it all all right.

You know what I mean?

What? The house, Mary Beth.

Oh, forget that damn house.

You sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

I want a house talk, but I don't want to
be...

A member of this man's family to get
one.

The heck with the house.

You missed the view of Queens Boulevard,
right?

Sound of the planes, sound of the yell.

Cop cars in the middle of the night.

Who can live in all that quiet, huh?

Look at Chinese restaurants in the
neighborhood.

Bob, I think you're pushing it here.

You think so?

They bombed the map.

Memphis. Memphis.

Can't be in Memphis.

He's dead.

Victor, he ran off with his secretary.
He is not a homicide.

He isn't even a missing person anymore.
He's just another cheating husband.

Excuse me.

You better watch your guys on community
relations the rest of this week.

There's a list of the schools you want
you to park at.

It's tough when I find a homicide, but
I'm doing community relations.

Cheer up, Victor. Maybe you'll bore
someone to death.

Mr. Sergeant, I ran off this composite
from Pond Rover.

No problem.

Cagney, I know it's been a tough case,
and I want you to know we're all behind

you, and if there's anything I can do to
help... Back off, it's Becky.

It's our case.

How about a little piece of it, huh?

Hell, you...

I'll even do the paperwork.

Victor, you either pass the sergeant's
exam or you didn't. And anything your

mother dreamt of makes no difference.

They told my father.

Two weeks later, he was in a blue suit,
six feet under.

Did you get anything?

Nothing. Big fat zero.

If the man had a limp, the computer does
not know him. At least not around here.

And that composite is possibly the most
nondescript picture I've ever seen. So,

we can either start from scratch.

Or we could turn it over to major cases.

Here's a third possibility.

Oh, forget it, Christine. I'm not going
to Louis Pinone's. No, I'm thinking of

something my father said to me.

About computers.

I'm telling you, there's nothing in the
computer. I double -checked it. Here's

what I mean. What was the name of that
patrolman from the 22nd that that

pawnbroker kept complaining about?

Dolan. Needle in the haystack,
Christine.

Give me a shot.

Hey,

you Dolan?

That's what the badge reads. What can I
do for you?

I'm Detective Lacey. This is Detective
Cagney from the 14th. We're looking for

suspect. Yeah, pawnbroker named Morris
gave us this much. Morris stolen goods.

I'm going to nail him one of these days.

Yeah, this one might have had a limp.

Looks a little like Jimmy McDonald and
the, uh, Donald don't have a limp.

Not now, anyway.

What do you mean, not now?

Hey, remember three weeks ago he was
gimping along? I asked him why. He said

hurt himself playing basketball.

A heavy doper like that doesn't play
basketball.

But I had nothing to run him in on.

So what, this might not have shown up on
the computer?

The limp? Yeah.

He's walking fine now. Not as fine as a
junkie ever walks.

Officer Dolan, you wouldn't have to know
Mr.

McDonald's address.

Mr.

McDonald?

Mr. McDonald, open up. It's the police.
We want to talk to you.

Keep it in. Yep. Fire escape.

Keep it in.

My guess.

Right there, young fella.

Now up against the wall there.

Spread them.

Okay, young fella, what's your name?

This is McDonald?

Not by a long shot.

I asked you, what's your name?

I don't have to tell you.

What were you doing in McDonald's place?

I'm talking to you, fella. What are you
doing in McDonald's place?

We were just waiting for him.

What do you mean, Lou?

Lacey! Lacey!

Did you get him?

There's two of them! You've got one with
you!

I'm out!

There are two small caliber pistols
hidden in the toilet tank.

Both these goons got OCCB tabs on their
yellow shades. It ties to the mob

families in Brooklyn. So we figured they
were sent by Quinones.

Yeah, these people probably got onto
McDonald first and they put out a

on them.

Which we can't prove anyway. We also
can't trace the guns. So the best we can

is book them on a minor burglary rep.

Meanwhile, Sir McDonald is still out
there somewhere.

Did you happen to get a look at the
holding cell when you came in?

Sir?

Is that him?

F. McDonald?

Becky was making a speech in a high
school.

Guy walks up to him and says, are you a
cop?

Then he says the mob's got a price on
his head and wants to turn himself in.

Apparently the guy is less afraid of the
NYPD than he is of the mob.

You're kidding.

Need some methadone, lady. They told me
just don't give me some methadone.

You're breaking my heart!

You're breaking my heart!

Sergeant, it's Becky.

Kind of has a nice ring to it, doesn't
it?

Do they know you got it? You kidding?

It would have torn me limb from limb.

Well? Not so good.

K -Zak blew it.

Pappas blew it.

Second time around, it's tough.

What about his Becky?

Not even close.

He should have studied harder.

At least Beatty made it. Good. With his
ranking, it'll take him two years for a

slot to open up.

That's too bad.

I know that he could have used that
extra money sooner than that.

What about Cadney?

All this crud because of one little sad
junkie.

I'm sorry, Chris. Why? He turned himself
in.

We couldn't have caught him even if we'd
used canyons.

Yeah.

Mary Beth, they're not going to pass me
to Sergeant.

You're not serious.

Why? Because of his Becky's mother's
dream?

No.

He's a Nelman.

Because I pressed those harassment
charges.

He's one man, Christine.

Yeah, he's one deputy inspector, Mary
Beth.

He asked me not... Hell, he begged me
not to do it.

But I did it.

And I'll tell you something I think is
damn unfair.

Because I've worked hard, and I earned
it, and I deserve it.

And I iced that exam.

Yeah, I bet you were terrific on that
tape, too.

Damn straight.

Fantasy.

What? Candy, you in there?

What is it, Sergeant Coleman?

Lieutenant wants to see you right away.

Christine, whatever happened, it's okay.

I mean, I think you made it.

I'm pretty sure you made it.

And I hope to God you made it because
you were in there.

Proving it for the both of us, huh?

Double duty.

But if the answer is no, that's okay,
too, because the next time we'll take

test together, right?

I mean, I remember in high school taking
a test of my plane geometry.

They posted the results right in front
of the principal's office. And George

Fishman, the brains of the class,
everybody figured he'd get 100.

I got 92. He got 83.

I love plane geometry.